I went back to my own bed, but I couldn't sleep. I waited until mum woke at about noon and braced myself for the telling off, of my life. However, when she came into the kitchen where I was waiting, she greeted me with a big smile wished me good morning and proceeded to make herself a coffee. Mum was in a good mood and started to tell me about the night out she'd enjoyed. She also told me (without any real detail) of the dreams she'd had putting them down to the mix of cocktails she had drunk the night before.
I was stunned and speechless, I listened intensely to her, waiting for her to scold me, but it never happened.
That night Mum, as usual went out with the girls, but was dressed far more provocatively in a revealing blouse and a short tight-fitting skirt and high heels. I wished her a good time and she said, "don't wait up I'll be back late", with that she left in the waiting taxi.
I wet to bed about midnight, and about an hour later I heard the unmistakable rattle of keys in the door. Then a big 'thud' and silence. I got up to see what had happened, and Mum was laying it the hall out cold. I gently moved her head and her eyes opened, she said 'hello', and collapsed again. I gently help her up and took her to her room. Sat her on the bed and removed her shoes. She laid back on the bed and closed her eyes. I couldn't believe this was happening again. I lifted her legs up onto the bed, where I could see the tops of her stockings, I couldn't resist again and gently stroked the bare flesh of the top of her thighs. Her response was to open her legs further revealing her dark bush protruding from her scanty knickers. I was emboldened by this move and began to stroke her obviously wet pussy. My hand was in her knickers, and I started to explore her opening. All the while I was watching he face to make sure I was not discovered.
